Lab And Brussel Sprout: A Tragedy In Two Acts

Did you ever get really frenetically excited by something…especially when you first got it, thinking this was going to be the

Only to be crushingly disappointed once you got your teeth into it?

10 Responses to “Lab And Brussel Sprout: A Tragedy In Two Acts”

  1. The_Real_JeffS says:

    Burn in HELL, Bingley!!!!
    That poor widdle wabbie…..

  2. John says:

    That’s hilarious. What did you do, soak it in bacon grease?

  3. Mr. Bingley says:

    No, as soon as I got them out of the fridge he was all hot to trot, so I held one for him, Usually with vegetables he’ll sniff it and lose interest, but this he just grabbed raw right out of my hand and ran to his bed with it.

  4. Kate P says:

    I guess tennis balls you keep in the fridge would be exciting at first, to a dog.

  5. Mr. Bingley says:

    If it’s in the fridge it’s food.
    They learn that at a very early age.

  6. Dave E. says:

    Heck, my lab has learned that if it’s in a can, it’s food. I can’t leave one on the counter overnight or the little thief will take it and chew it up. Yes, a can. One morning I found a can of tuna on the floor that had been flattened to a quarter inch thick disk. She probably would have hoovered that brussel sprout in about 1.5 seconds.
    And it’s not like she’s not well fed, the vet is now pressing me to get her to lose 5 lbs. off of her normal 85 as she’s getting up there in years. She’s just a bottomless pit.

  7. mojo says:

    The BEAST being forced to eat veggies? Oh, the Canininity!

  8. Susanna says:

    It is best that the labradork did not eat the Brussels sprout… would have made for a very gassy pup.
    He looks handsome as ever. Tell him the pugs and their new French bulldog sister said so.

  9. Mr. Bingley says:

    Gassy-er, Susanna.
    A new sister!?! Pictures! Pretty please!

  10. spot_the_dog says:

    That is one handsome beast there, Mr B. Funny that he took it straight to his bed – I’ve also got a dog who thinks that anything he manages to get into his bed is his, forever and ever amen. Whether it’s an old sock from the laundry room or a takeaway container from the bin or a bread roll that was too close to the edge of the bench – all serendipitous gifts go straight to the dog bed.
    I had a friend visiting from the States who drinks Martinis and he made great sport of giving CM gin-soaked olives from his cocktails. Yeah, really funny until Dad has to go in and pick up all the chewed-up-and-spit-out bits of olive which CM had been hiding under his blankie in his bed.

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